My Daddy is a soldier,
An 'Army Major', he says,
And whenever he visits me and Mummy,
He hardly ever stays.
Mummy often cries without him,
I don't really know why.
I guess it's knowing that we might lose him,
But I daren't ask; I'm too shy.
Daddy brought home a truck one day,
When I was a little girl.
He told Mummy that it was special,
And then he gave it a 'whirl'.
I listened to him today.
He called his truck 'Ironhide'.
I asked him what it meant,
I think his words lied.
Another car came with Daddy today;
It belonged to Uncle Epps.
Apparently it fell into a lake once,
Into the murky depths…
Daddy's going again tonight,
Back out into 'the field'.
I will miss my Daddy,
I hope he takes his shield.
But I know one thing;
That my Daddy will return.
The truck he has will protect him,
So I feel no concern…
I just hope God is kind to him,
And does not do any harm to him.